It's the start of a new year and that marks the end of the last.(duh!)

Images, memories, thoughts all come together to create a maelstorm in a mind. Past, present and future all come together in thunder and fury and will only go away when quiet acceptance arrives.Deeds and words have all contrived to work in unison/tandem to reach this current point in time. Actions, decisions, or inaction also lent a helping hand.Shaping what has happened and whispering of what is to come.Letters roil about forming words and fading away and reforming into other words.Half-smiles, partial images waver like a flame in the wind. The mind half grasping at what it sees and yet does not see. Clutching at straws and thin air as the struggle to make sense of it all intensifies. It is akin to that of a dog chasing its own tail. An activity that is pointless and can only ever end in exhaustion or death.

This is supposed to be a bad year for those of the Monkey.One can only hope... ;-)